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Third lap. First place. Right where she belonged. Bebe smirked as she drifted into another turn on the Mario Kart track, her whole body in real life tilting in the same direction as Toadette. She was so close to victory...!

“How does the shit you’re eating taste like?” Bebe’s shoulder touched the side of Kenny’s arm. Smug, she leaned even further into it, happy to taunt him.

But her green eyes remained firmly glued to the television. Smack talking aside, there was no way she’d let herself get distracted. Hell, Bebe didn’t even dare take a peek at Kenny’s half of the screen. Just stay focused on the the finish line… Which happened to be rolling up at high speed. Bebe’s smirk widened into a grin, and in her mind, she was a winner already.

“Hah! That’s right, bitch, I’m the motherfucking que--” And before she could even finish her sentence, a blue shell came bombing out of the sky. Bebe’s jaw went slack as she blinked in horror. The explosion across the screen might as well have been her pride bursting into pieces. Only inches away from the black and white line, and there Toadette was, spinning in circles.

Princess Peach came dashing past moments later.

Second place.

Bebe stared, frozen. Even after her wipeout animation ended, she dared not move.

Third place. Fourth place. Fifth.

One by one the NPC drivers passed Toadette until she (and Bebe) were sitting in dead last.

“…”

Silence.

“Nooo!”

Rest in Peaches, Bebe.  

“You cheated! You fucking cheated!” She hopped onto her feet, blood rushing to her cheeks, red and hot. How could this happen?! She had it! She had it right there, it was right in front of her! Ugh. This was so humiliating.

Groaning loudly, Bebe flopped back down onto the couch, a pout firmly situated on her face.

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Salt. Bebe tasted salt. And she felt… rain on her face.

Plop, plop.

Droplets fell, hitting her skin, and her brows twitched into a slight frown at the sensation. It was so annoying. So wet. She just wanted to sleep, forever if she could. To rest. Her whole body was heavy, like her bones couldn’t carry the weight on top of them, and even the thought of moving triggered a dull, throbbing pain.

Plop, plop.

She tried to lift her hand and wipe them off, but she couldn’t. It was like an elephant was sitting on her chest, crushing her. Weakly, she attempted to curl her fingers into a fist, bust something was wrapped around them, holding her tight.

Plop, plop.

Ugh. It was hard. Everything was too damn hard. Darkness called her back to slumber. Get away from the pain, and the tiredness, and the weird, salty rain.

But then, something touched her cheek. Something soft, familiar, and warm. And suddenly that warmth was all she wanted to feel. She wanted to swim in an ocean of it, to have it all over her. And her mind lifted into that touch, as if being pulled from somewhere far and deep. The steady beep of a heart monitor reached her ears. Then, after a few moments, sniffles.  

Green eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry as it got used to the florescent lights.

Lights.

That was the last thing she saw before all this. They were in her car, and another came screeching out of nowhere. There was blood, so much fucking blood, and–

Kenny.

She turned, gaze finally finding his pink, tear-streaked expression. For a brief second, she thought that…

She thought that Kenny died.

Wasn’t it his blood that splattered everywhere? No. That must’ve just been a nightmare. A terrible hallucination. Because he was here, not a scratch on him, and she was the one in a hospital bed. Lips parted, and her voice coaxed forward the only words that felt right to say.

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It was too early and too goddamn cold. Not the kind of situation that complaining made better, yet here Bebe was, using the last of her lifeblood (because it sure as hell didn’t feel like she had any in her numb limbs) to work her fucking mouth.

“I swear to god, it’s so cold my tits are about to freeze off.” 

Said through chattering teeth. And the worst part? She was here on her own free will. It might’ve been Saturday morning, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t get up for her daily swim. Some called it crazy, but it turned out that Kenny McCormick might’ve been the same kind of crazy as her, because he was awake, too.

Track, or something.

So they made a plan. (In retrospect that was probably their first mistake. Making plans in South Park was never a good idea.) After her swim and his run, they could meet up and watch the sunrise over Stark’s Pond.

Little did they know this was on the coldest day of the month so far. And, just like the sun (WHICH WAS TAKING ITS SWEET TIME TO SHOW UP), Bebe had no warmth to offer.

“I can’t blink, Kenny. The natural lubricants on my eyes are frozen, and I think if I tried–”

And then she felt something heavy on her shoulders, hanging. Glancing to the side, she caught Kenny’s profile gazing out at the water, now minus one parka. She blinked (suddenly forgetting her previous statement) and fell silent. After all her whining, she didn’t expect he’d actually give up one of the only nice articles of clothing he owned. Bebe slipped her arms into sleeves, quiet for once, and turned her attention back to the sky, her frozen breath escaping with an exhale.

“You don’t need to stay here, you know.”

And he answered back, voice surprisingly calm. Comforting. It didn’t shatter the hush of the woods, but seemed to wrap around it, cozy, like a home or the very parka he offered her.

“If I wanted to leave, I would’ve left by now.”

She didn’t reply at first. Instead she kept her eyes on the horizon where the first rays of sun began breaking through. Bebe slowly moved her hands, zipping up the parka. By the time she looked at Kenny again, she was closed up all the way to her chin. With a quick tug at the strings, the hood scrunched up around her nose and mouth, until only her smiling green eyes were visible.

“Me too,” she said, though her voice was muffled, inaudible. Bebe was sure he could understand her, but, just in case he didn’t, she leaned forward until the fuzzy trimming where her lips would’ve been tickled against his cheek.

i haven’t caught up on any of the new LiS stuff, but after 84 years, I’m still sure your portrayal of rachel is and always will be a snaccck ������